We Are Mirrors

We are mirrors
reflecting each other.
Yet with volition
we reflect.

If emptiness is what you see,
it is emptiness you choose to reflect.
If joy is what you see,
then it is joy you must reflect.

To emptiness:
How uncouth you are
to think that I must
light your way.
Did I ask you stop and stare?
How is it that you dare
to point your pain at me.

To joy:
I thank
the touch within
the pulse of feeling.
A stop, but not a rest.
A muse, but not a cause.
Reformed beauty,
in strength and certain gait,
you move within,
still.

And so,
behind reflecting eyes,
I see.

Inspired,
I touch again,
within the pulse of feeling.